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17:24 Double Trouble!

Hi!

I am red girl tonight – red low-cut backless mini dress with a cutaway panel at the front showing off my gold belly bar, and red strappy platform sandals with a seven inch heel. My lingerie is black with little red hearts and my stockings are champagne coloured with a red contrast seam. It’s frickin freezing and my nipples are the size of Kojak’s lollipops as I hunker down into my sable jacket and sashay along the seafront towards the hotel. The place has an underground carpark but I don’t want to go through the rigmarole of explaining why I want to park - when it’s obvious what profession I’m in by the way I’m dressed. This posh and very exclusive hotel has a strict ‘no hookers’ policy - but one of the doormen hasn’t heard of that. He meets me at the service entrance and we light cigarettes as I hand over his cut. However, he is still blocking the doorway and, like everyone else in my profession, he’s got greedy. He knows I need to get to my client and recoup the forty notes I’ve just handed over and I know I aint got no choice. Thing is, I gotta dress like a hooker cos the John expects that – I mean if I turned up looking like Miss Jean frickin Brodie he’d throw me out on my ear! But cos I’m dressed like a hooker the doormen can spot me a mile away – Catch 22!!!

Anyway, two minutes later I’ve got seven inches of not-very-clean cock in my mouth and I’m wondering why I bothered to clean my teeth before I came out. His dick swells and I have a dilemma. Release him and he cums over me – and I meet my client with jizz in my hair, over my face, down my dress or a combination of all three – or I keep it all in! Of course I opt for the spunk mouthwash, hoping to spit it out when I get inside. However, he’s a nasty bastard and he pulls me up by my chin and tells me to swallow – which I do – cos I aint got no choice – just like I did last time – and the time before. However, this time he has a little surprise for me and a friend joins him. This guy must be the trainee or something cos he’s about 17 and shaking with like a frickin aspen leaf. I look at my watch and I’ve less than ten minutes before I’m meeting the punter and I make it a rule to never, ever, be late. So I shrug my shoulders and squat and take five inches of very clean cock into my mouth and bring him to a climax in less than a minute. I don’t even consider any other options and just swallow the sticky jizz while I wonder if there is an entry for ‘fastest blow job’ in the Guinness Book of Records! Finally, the older doorman lets me go with a gratuitous slap on the arse and I’m inside the welcoming warmth of the hotel. I take the service elevator to the 4th floor, chewing madly on a fresh stick of gum, fix my lippy at the nearest mirror and flick a stray pubic hair off my shoulder. Then, looking like the virginal first date my client would like me to be, I knock on the door of his room.

My John is in his early fifties and slightly built and is sitting in the chair with his back to me. He’s barefoot and wearing red opaque leggings under a red mini skirt and a red blouse that looks like it’s stuffed with two giant watermelons. In fact they are footballs enclosed within an enormous red bra which could have doubled-up as a medieval trebuchet. All in all he is a typical guy making a typical comedy impression to look like a girl! Of course I don’t say that but instead say how lovely his clothes are and how much they match my own. I don’t mention that my dress is a Vivienne Westwood original and I wouldn’t be seen dead in clothes from a high street discount store! He looks me over and a bulge starts to appear in the front of his skirt, showing that he isn’t a practitioner of the ‘tranny tuck’, which is an essential measure to stop embarrassing bulge moments from ruining the cut of a slinky outfit! I sit him back down and spend the next twenty minutes making him up with the cosmetics I’ve brought with me. He’s a regular and I’ve bought makeup especially for him – I mean you didn’t expect me to use my own Clinique on a punter did you? I even keep it separate from makeup I use on another client with similar tastes, cos I don’t want them getting no diseases – shame guys aint so considerate about me!

Finally I place his blond wig on his head and he looks as passable as he can with a wig that’s been bought from a fancy dress shop. I’ve avoided the pantomime dame look and gone for subtle shades to accentuate the bright red lipstick, which matches my own. He studies himself in the mirror and the bulge in the front of his skirt grows and distorts his hemline. I nibble his ears before gently clipping on gold hoop earrings then sit him back in the chair. Next I kneel in front of him and paint his toenails the same pillar box red as my own, while he runs his fingers through my hair. When I’ve finished, I pick up his camera and take pictures of him. Finally, I unbuckle my plats and place them on his feet. He’s half a size bigger than me, but with sandals that’s not so crucial - and then I take a whole load of close-ups of his feet. After a bit, he stands up, grasping the chair for support, before taking a few hesitant steps across the room.
“You look lovely Melanie!” I tell him – which is kinda weird cos I’m Melanie. However, he who pays the piper calls the tune so, for as long as he wants, he’s Melanie and I’m – well just some nameless hooker who facilitates his fantasy.

After five minutes, he’s found his balance and totters a few circuits around the room while I photograph him from every angle. The bulge in his skirt has not diminished and is now like a pointer leading him across the room - and I try to avoid spoiling the femininity by keeping it out of the pics. After a few minutes, ersatz Melanie goes to the bed and sits cross-legged with her back to the headboard. I join her and sit facing her as I use my feet to remove her cock from her red satin panties. It’s pretty easy really as the thin material is stretched to bursting point and her meaty cock needs little persuasion to spring to full attention. Then I work on her erection with my stockinged feet, stroking and teasing it between my soles while she takes dozens of photographs of the action. Her cock is not far off the total length of the two doormen and there is plenty of thick-veined shaft for my feet to work on. Her glans swells and drips shiny clear precum and now comes the skilful bit as I have to ensure that all her load is deposited over her/my shoes. ‘Melanie’ squeals in delight and wiggles her toes as the hot jets gush over her feet and the gooey spunk trickles under her soles. While my mirror image is photographing her sticky toes, I change position and kneel facing her.

The next few minutes are unique for me as ‘Melanie’ photographs me as I toss myself off over her feet. It’s rare for me to get an orgasm when I’m on the job as I’m there to give the guy a good time an my pleasure don’t really come into it. Believe me it aint easy performing with a camera stuck on the end of your cock and I always worry I won’t be able to manage it. However, once again, I succeed and with that practiced look of feigned ecstasy that all hookers have, I shoot my load over my shoes while the flash picks out my glistening goo as he takes dozens of pics. Doppelgänger Melanie stands and I quickly tuck my cock back into its customary position, knowing I won’t be betraying my true persuasion by the unsightly bulge. Then I take up the camera and film her procession around the room with the video function, knowing I’m capturing the squelching sound the sandals make at each soggy step. Just as spunk starts to ooze out of the red sandals and dribble down the platform, she returns to the bed and presents me with her shoes to clean.

It takes me about half an hour to complete a task that I’d rather not do at all - but if I had to – it would take me two minutes! Starting with the fronts I lick spunk from between her red-painted toes ensuring I suck each individual toe clean of our combined juices. Next I worm my tongue under her insteps and suck warm jizz from under her soles before moving to her heels and pushing my tongue under each one to clean the cum from under her feet. Finally I clean the outsides where the cum is cold and already starting to congeal. I have to swallow the lot and all the while the flash bounces around the room as surrogate Melanie films her foot-cleaner in action. Finally my alter ego is happy with the cleanliness of her shoes, although I know I missed a load of spunk in the middle where my tongue couldn’t quite reach. However, I don’t let on and my twin reluctantly removes my plats and hands them over. I just buckle em straight on – no point being squeamish about a bit of cum on my plats with what’s been down my throat so far this evening! Then, after the usual diary check to fix the next assignation, I take my money, calculating that I’ve recouped my entry fee 25 times over. Finally, I leave my cross-dressing simulacra to clean up, or whatever it is he does after I’ve gone.

Job done, I just want to get home as quickly as possible so I catch the elevator to the lobby and stroll nonchalantly towards the big swing doors. Seconds from freedom, another doorman, the size of a tank, blocks my way:
“Excuse me miss! Come along with me please!”
Shit! What the fcuk does he want? However, 30 seconds later it’s perfectly frickin clear what he wants as I’m led into a small sitting room behind reception.
“Hand over the money you fcuking whore!” He demands with a smile revealing enough gold to pay off the national debt of the average West African state. The door opens and another guy enters the room. Just my luck for the shift to change while I’m entertaining my client - and now these two clowns want their cut as well. Reluctantly I open my bag and hand over a wedge of notes. I’m expecting to lose the lot, but they cream off half and give me the rest, which is still the easiest money they’ve ever earned. I make to leave, but the one nearest the door isn’t moving and is staring at my plats, with his tongue flicking over his lips. I’m tired and I want to get home and put my feet up, so when he gestures to the sofa I just spread myself over it and lie back and think of England.

Unfortunately passive mode isn’t an option, as gold tooth has a cock that matches the rest of him and I need all my wits about me to avoid choking on his ten inches of prime beef. While I’m deep-throating the head concierge, his partner is sucking on my toes through my stockings and licking my sandals as he tosses himself off. I dare not giggle but the delicious irony of him slurping up two loads of spunk is not lost on me as I take his partners load into my mouth. No sooner has his cock stopped pumping than he climbs off me and his mate replaces him. He’s removed one shoe now and has it over his face, inhaling my scent and licking the bits of the innersole I couldn’t reach earlier, cleaning my sandal of two lots of Melanie jizz. With a grunt he thrusts his cock at me and shoots the first jet into my mouth then deliberately pulls away and squirts the rest over the front of my dress. The bastard! Then he drops my shoe in my lap, zips up his trousers, and leaves the room. I fasten my shoe and stand - but man-mountain won’t let me past. With a grin he takes out fifty pounds of my money and stuffs it down my cleavage before he lets me go. As I hurry through the swing doors I remember that it isn’t actually my money - as he put that in his jacket pocket - however he paid me with cash from his wallet.

That’s an unexpected bonus, because I’ve paid him with 500 pounds of counterfeit money a cop friend of mine gave me ‘for services rendered’. My fee from the punter is safely stuffed into a pocket hidden in the lining of my sable jacket. So in fact I’m ten pound in the black after my encounter with the hotel’s finest front-of-house staff. OK – I did have to swallow more than my fair share of bodily fluid - but at least it’s only my outfit that’s in the red. As I said, everyone’s getting greedy in my profession and I resolve to cross this hotel off my list of assignations. I tell you - these posh hotels are pricing themselves out of the market in more ways than one!

Lotsa love

Melanie

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